from Hurrah, It Burns! | Pavol Janik
(fragments)
2.
Seasonal poets, occasional critics
and café day labourers
dissolve their cheques books
and shirts in their morning coffee
in the hope
of more rational sugars
Together with working hours
and other assets of the state bank
we flow reliably nowhere
only interrupted by the occasional capture
of a Slovak … [Read more...]

At the beginning it was like a dream.
She said:
“Have at least one dream with me.
You’ll see – it’ll be a dream
which you’ve never dreamt about before.”
Descend deeper with me,
dream from the back,
dream retrospectively
in a labyrinth of mirrors
which leads nowhere.
The moment you come to the beginning of nothing
you’ll dream an exciting dream.
Frame it
and … [Read more...]

I,
You,
He
And someone else …
- the fourth like a dimension,
the fifth a season in the year,
the sixth like a sense,
the seventh like a continent.
the eighth like a day of the week,
the ninth like a point of an octagon,
the tenth like Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony,
the eleventh like a commandment,
the twelfth like a football player,
the thirteenth like an … [Read more...]

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